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The name

…of poet Ted Hughes plopped into conversations more than once today. I thought this might be of some significance, some cosmic sign from another realm, or not. Or maybe it was a part of the thought process that nibbled at my brain after another of the now seemingly bi-monthly Thursday morning poetic conversations–which are stimulating by the way– that made me seek him. I don’t own any Ted Hughes, and I don’t know why.

So spooky. I was just blogging for the first time in days and I too invoked Ted’s name. Then I come here and –whaah? Not sure why it took a week for the vibe to reach me. Perhaps it was driving. Or more likely running like a fox.

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“Take warning from all those times when on meeting again, we feel ashamed because we realize we had accepted the false simplification which absence permits, its obliteration of all those characteristics which, when we meet face to face, force themselves upon even the blindest. Where human beings are concerned, the statement ‘nothing is true’ is true—at a distance—and the converse is also true—at the moment of confrontation” --Dag Hammarskjold.